As an English teacher I was used to students coming up with 'creative' ways to do creative writing assignments, but sending a video when I'd asked for an essay was a whole new level.
I pressed play and for ten seconds I stared at a stereotypical teenager's bedroom - Guns n Roses and Nirvana posters on the walls, a great big television and gaming set up in the corner and scattered piles of clothing either side of the bed. Then the door opened and Jake walked in, followed by a statuesque brunette. I guessed she was about five nine, slender built but fitted with an extraordinary cleavage and carried herself with the sort of confidence that suggested this was far from the first time she's been lead into a man's bedroom. She wore a combination of heels, black mini skirt and pink crop top that revealed slightly too much skin, tipping her outfit over the line from sultry to slutty.
As she turned her face I suddenly realised who it was - Sarah Anderson, the nearest thing we had to a local celebrity. Her pretty face, over sized chest and eagerness to discuss her sex life in trashy magazines had overcome her lack of any discernible talent to produce a career consisting of low key modelling, dancing and acting jobs. Her big break had come a couple of months ago when details of her affair with a married soccer celebrity had graced the covers of the gutter press for a couple of days, which she'd happily utilised to take her from the small time into some presenting jobs on national television.
Jake reached round and pulled her into his body, meeting her lips with his. As they made out I watched as the bulge of his cock grew inside his trousers it strained to be set free. I'd never been a particular fan of porn, but I quivered with anticipation at the thought of seeing his dick unleashed and how he'd use it on this worthless bimbo.
But as I watched him pull off her top and undo her bra to unleash her glorious breasts, the sensible part of me suddenly found its voice. This most definitely wasn't homework - Jake had sent me a sextape to watch. And whether he'd done it on purpose or accident the simple fact was as his teacher I shouldn't be viewing it.
On screen Jake was now busy teasing Sarah's nipples with his tongue, much to her obvious delight. If I was going to stop watching I had to do it now before the horny side of me completely silenced the sensible side of me. My hand hovered over my mouse, waiting for the internal conflict to resolve.
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